The Good Goodbye: A Novel by Carla Buckley (Epub)

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How well do we know our children? Natalie Falcone would say she knows her daughter, Arden, very well. Despite the challenges of running a restaurant and raising six-year-old twin boys, she’s not too worried as she sends her daughter off to college—until she gets the call that Arden’s been in a terrible fire, along with her best friend and cousin, Rory. Both girls are critically injured and another student has died. The police suspect arson.

Arden and Rory have always been close, but they have secrets they’ve never shared, secrets that reel all the way back to their childhoods, and which led them to that tragic night. Who set the fire, and why? As the police dig deep into both the present and the past, Natalie realizes that in order to protect her daughter, she’ll first have to find out who Arden really is, even if it means risking everything—and everyone—she loves most.

Praise for The Good Goodbye

“A fluid, suspenseful story that keeps you turning the pages to find out what happened—and what will happen next. I devoured this novel.”—Christina Baker Kline, #1 New York Times bestselling author of Orphan Train

“[Carla] Buckley’s writing is totally addictive. . . . Equal parts Judith Guest’s Ordinary People and Lisa Gardner at her best, this is a stupendous effort by a major talent.”—The Providence Journal

“Offers plenty of thematic richness to accompany its suspenseful plot . . . [Readers] will find their thoughts returning to the story, especially its affecting final scenes, long after it comes to a close.”—Bookreporter

“Each chapter reveals a tantalizing new detail that further complicates the cousins’ bond. . . . Buckley’s characters are well-developed and interesting.”—Publishers Weekly

“A journey through two marriages and a lifelong competitive friendship . . . The mystery of the fire runs through it all. . . . For readers who enjoy Jodi Picoult’s family dramas.”—Booklist

User’s Reviews

“Cousins as close as sisters, a mysterious fire, a tangled web of lies: It all adds up to a fluid, suspenseful story that keeps you turning the pages to find out what happened—and what will happen next. I devoured this novel.”—Christina Baker Kline, #1 New York Times bestselling author of Orphan Train“[Carla] Buckley’s writing is totally addictive. . . . Equal parts Judith Guest’s Ordinary People and Lisa Gardner at her best, this is a stupendous effort by a major talent.”—The Providence Journal “[The Good Goodbye] offers plenty of thematic richness to accompany its suspenseful plot. . . . [Readers] will find their thoughts returning to the story, especially its affecting final scenes, long after it comes to a close.”—Bookreporter “Each chapter reveals a tantalizing new detail that further complicates the cousins’ bond. . . . Buckley’s characters are well-developed and interesting.”—Publishers Weekly “A journey through two marriages and a lifelong competitive friendship . . . The mystery of the fire runs through it all. . . . For readers who enjoy Jodi Picoult’s family dramas.”—Booklist“A tender portrait of an ordinary family torn by rivalry and disaster . . . By turns touching and sinister, The Good Goodbye calls to mind Robert Frost’s definition of tragedy: something terrible happens and nobody’s to blame—though in Carla Buckley’s sure hands, nobody’s entirely innocent, either. A rich and satisfying family drama.”—William Landay, New York Times bestselling author of Defending Jacob “Carla Buckley has a way of writing about a family in crisis that touches on our worst fears, and an uncanny ability to create characters who are so real it’s as though they are pulling you into their living room. Evocative and poignant, this story will curl around you like a glowing flame and suck the air out of your lungs with its power.”—Chevy Stevens, New York Times bestselling author of Those Girls “Terrific . . . a deep dive into the mysteries of long friendships, parenthood, and the stories we build our lives on . . . Carla Buckley has written a book that grabs you on the first page, breaks your heart, and leaves you hopeful.”—Joseph Finder, New York Times bestselling author of The Fixer“Elegant and emotional, deeply affecting . . . Carla Buckley has done it again, writing an exquisitely troubling, psychologically complex novel that grabs the reader on page 1 and never lets go.”—Luanne Rice, New York Times bestselling author of The Secret Language of Sisters “Twisty and beguiling, Carla Buckley’s The Good Goodbye shudders with revelations from its first pages. As suspense, it ensnares you, and as an emotionally rich novel about the formidable and fraught bonds of family, it will have you holding your breath until its final, moving paragraphs.”—Megan Abbott, author of The Fever About the Author Carla Buckley is the author of The Good Goodbye, The Deepest Secret, Invisible, and The Things That Keep Us Here, which was nominated for a Thriller Award as a best first novel and the Ohioana Book Award for fiction. She is a graduate of Oberlin College and the Wharton School of Business, and lives in Chapel Hill, North Carolina, with her husband and three children. She is currently at work on her next novel. –This text refers to the hardcover edition. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. NatalieI keep a list of Arden’s first words. Banky, mimi, ’ghetti, Dada. I treasure this list, keep it folded in my wallet. Banky, mimi, ’ghetti, Dada, Mama, ’nana, rainbow, juice. All the important things in Arden’s life—her threadbare pink blanket, her favorite foods, Theo and me. I miss her. I miss hearing her voice. That first night after she left for college, I lay on top of her tousled sheets, breathing in the blended scents of her coconut shampoo and pear soap.“So how do you want to celebrate?” my husband asks.I thought Theo had forgotten. Maybe, if I’m to be completely honest with myself, I’d hoped he had. He squares off in front of the bathroom mirror to give himself his usual morning pep-talk look, his eyes half closed and his chin raised. Maybe, shocker, he’d remembered on his own.“I don’t know.” I turn off the water and drop my toothbrush in the cup. There’s nothing I feel less like doing than dressing up and spending money on our anniversary. Just thinking about it makes me want to crawl under the covers and yank them over my head.“Anything you want,” he promises. “Sky’s the limit.”Ha. We both know the sky is very much not the limit.“I have that big party coming in tonight,” I remind him. Eleven homecoming couples, a giggling pack of kids, uncertain in their finery. The tips would be meager, half the food would go uneaten or end up on the tablecloth, and the restrooms would be a disaster. But any port in a storm. And these past six months had been so stormy they’d ripped the shingles right off the roof.“They’ll be gone by nine, right? We can do something then.”“You know I can’t close early.”There’s always the chance an after-theater crowd could wander by and decide to come in—though that’s been happening less and less frequently. Why? Too many seafood options, not enough vegetarian? A food trend I haven’t picked up on? We used to have a line snaking down the sidewalk. Now whenever I glimpse people pausing outside to read the menu posted by the window, I find myself catching my breath.“Let Vince cover for you. You’ve done it often enough for him.”“Right. You want to ask him, or shall I?” I shut the medicine cabinet a little too hard, rattling the bottles inside.“Look. We should do something, Nat. I don’t know what. But I do know nineteenth wedding anniversaries only come around once.”I tug my hair back into its usual ponytail. “If it’s so important, why didn’t we plan something ahead?” Theo has no answer for that one.Downstairs, the boys are waiting in the front hall. They’d rejected the bright, small backpacks in the back-to-school section, and like a team of matched ponies marched straight to where the adult-sized backpacks hung, the very same display from which we’d chosen Arden’s. Are you sure you don’t want a Batman one? I’d coaxed. Or the Hulk? Oliver had glanced tentatively at his brother, but Henry crossed his arms and pushed out his lower lip, and Oliver instantly followed suit. So here they stand, six-year-old boys huddled beneath enormous black carapaces each containing a slim folder of math homework and a single sharpened pencil. Vince would applaud the twins’ show of solidarity, but I can’t tell Theo this. There are so many things I can’t tell Theo.“Did you brush your teeth?” Theo asks the boys, and both solemnly nod.I’d heard them counting in their bathroom, mumbled shouts filled with toothpaste and spit . . . eight, nine, ten! Henry’s the one who keeps the count, who makes sure Oliver brushes his tongue, too. It tickles! he protests. The differences between my sons are much vaster than the four minutes that separate their births. Henry had howled as the doctor held him up so I could see him over the draped fabric; Oliver had been terrifyingly silent. I hadn’t even been allowed to see or hold him until the next day, Theo pushing my wheelchair up to the incubator where Oliver lay, surreally tiny inside, his arms and legs extended and taped down, his chest motionless. Fear clamped down hard. Then Oliver had turned his head and, slowly, blinked at me.This morning, Oliver grips his ant farm between two hands, a plastic frame holding a half-inch of sandy dirt sandwiched between two rectangles of glass and crisscrossed by tunnels. Our dachshund sits by Oliver’s feet with his long nose lifted, sniffing. Friday’s Sharing Day, Oliver had told Arden on Skype. But I don’t know what I’m supposed to take. I’d stopped cramming things into my bag to listen. What did Caleb bring? I heard Arden ask. A baseball, he’d answered, dolefully. You can do way better than that, she scoffed. How about one of your science projects?Like my ant farm? Oliver had suggested, his voice swelling with hope. Arden had led him there and now it was his idea. I’d walked over to where my laptop sat on the kitchen table and leaned over to smile at my daughter with her serious green eyes and long blond hair tucked behind her ears. Sorry, honey, I’d told her. I have to leave for the restaurant. Can we talk later? D.C. traffic was unforgiving. I was already cutting it close. Used to be Gabrielle would run over to watch the boys until Theo got home, but those days are gone. Arden had paused, then nodded. I’ll call you tomorrow, she’d said. Which was yesterday. The whole day had come and gone, and she hadn’t called. A million reasons why—she’d been out with her new friends, she’d been studying and lost track of time, she’d forgotten until it was too late to phone. But still, that hesitation—had there been something there?I crouch to pat the dog bed. Percy trots over. “You be good,” I tell him, rumpling his soft ears. “Keep an eye on the squirrels.” During the day, he lets himself in and out of the pet door, and often I’ll come home to find him sprawled outside in a patch of sunlight, just the thump of his tail welcoming me. He circles the cushion and lies down with a sigh.“Want me to take that?” Theo asks Oliver, and I know he’s thinking about ants crawling around the car. Oliver shakes his head, then pushes past his brother to run down the path to where our Volvo rusts in the driveway alongside our sputtering fourthhand Honda.“Remember when Arden stole your diaphragm?” Theo whispers, leaning close.I laugh. At the time, though, I’d been mortified when the teacher called to let me know what Arden had smuggled in for Sharing Day. Theo had shaken his head and looked thoughtful. We’d better keep an eye on that one, he’d said, meaning Arden.I have, haven’t I?Theo slides his arms around me. “You’re right, sweetheart. I should have put some thought into it. I just assumed you wouldn’t want to make a big deal out of it.”“We can’t afford to make a big deal out of it.”“We can afford to make a little deal out of it.”I sigh, lean in to the circle of his arms. “Like what?”“How about a movie? There are some good ones opening today.”We haven’t seen a movie out in ages. The ticket prices, the time. I tell myself I want this, and all of a sudden, I do. I want to sit in a quiet, dark theater beside my husband, our arms touching, a bucket of salty buttery popcorn nestled in my lap. No worrying about my failing restaurant and bills piling up, my little girl grown up and gone. I smile at him. “I’ll see if Mom can babysit.”Theo kisses my lips, soft, but it tingles all the way through. He scoops up his briefcase. “Arden will call,” he says. “Try not to worry.”I watch him walk away. Nineteen years.Vince has left me a note on the desk we share at the restaurant. He’d gone home before me the night before and his car isn’t in the lot now, so I have no idea how he’d managed this impossible feat. Too bad his magic didn’t extend to the stock market.I frown at the bold ink strokes, as familiar as my own handwriting. All those hours poring over cookbooks, calling across the kitchen, teasing and laughing and working in happy synchronicity side by side have come to this.Nat—We need to talk.I’m done talking. I’ve heard the excuses and explanations, the countless reasons why he couldn’t have seen it coming. None of it changes the fact that he took a risk and lost, snaring all of us in the rushing downward spiral. That’s Vince for you, always grabbing at the shiny brass ring, never stopping to look below. I uncap a Sharpie and slash a heavy line through his words.I pick up the waiting sheaf of invoices. The top one is stamped in red—our meat purveyor. I’m surprised he’d agreed to extend us credit in the first place. It must have been Liz’s doing. What would I do without Liz? I had to let two more servers go last week. Vince and I haven’t drawn a salary since March, and we’re down from thirty-seven employees to eight. We can light the place with candles and cook over charcoal briquettes if we have to, but the one thing we can’t run a restaurant without is food.Vince shows up around noon. I’m mixing pasta dough at the steel table. The one part of the day when I feel truly myself, my hands measuring and kneading, feeding the thin sheets of pasta through the pasta machine, letting my mind wander. I hear the back door open and know without looking up, recognizing his footsteps going down the back hall. A minute later he joins me, tying on his apron.The first thing Vince and I had done when we’d taken over the building five years ago was knock down the wall between the kitchen and the dining room. We’d been absurdly happy, our dream realized at last. One big open space—no barrier between customer and chef. Who knew it would be the barrier between the chefs that would bring it all down?He rolls up his sleeves. “You got my note, I see.”“Does it have anything to do with twenty-two teenagers who are going to be showing up in just a few hours?”“No. I guess it can wait.”I sprinkle buckwheat flour on the mound of beige-gray dough and cover it with cheesecloth. “I need you to close tonight.”“No problem. Boys okay?”“They’re fine.” The twins love their uncle Vince. They ask after him and Gabrielle all the time. How come she doesn’t watch us anymore? Henry had wondered just the other day, and I’d replied, She’s busy. He’d scrunched his eyes at me. Busy doing what, exactly? he’d demanded.“Hey, that’s right.” Vince brings out the double boiler and sets it on the stove. “Today’s your anniversary. Congratulations. You and Theo have big plans?”Last year, on their nineteenth wedding anniversary, Vince and Gabrielle had toured Napa Valley, a lavish six-day trip he later wrote off as a tax deduction. It should have been a clue.“We’re going out.” I hear how curt my voice sounds. He nods, and heads toward the dry-goods section. “Apple strudel,” I tell him, and he stops.“Not raspberry mousse?”Raspberries are six dollars a pint. “Not unless you’ve won the lottery.” I turn away so I don’t have to see his expression.By seven-twenty, the homecoming couples still haven’t shown. I bend a wafer-thin slice of pickle into a curl and nestle it alongside the piece of grilled cobia. Wiping my hands on the towel tied into my apron strings, I slide the plate beneath the heat lamp. I’d called that afternoon to confirm the reservation. What? the teenage girl had said. I’d had to repeat myself. Oh, yeah, she’d said. The restaurant. We’ll be there.The restaurant. Not Double. I glance toward the front door and Vince says, “They’ll be here.”Friday night and we’ve had only five tables, a total of sixteen covers.“What if they’re not?” I’d ordered a supply of shrimp and filets—the two proteins teenagers most like to order, as well as the most expensive. I should’ve stuck with chicken.“Then we’ll run a surf-and-turf special tomorrow.”“For the crowds thronging the door?” Everyone in town offers filet. Shrimp turns in a day. Vince knows this as well as I do, but he’s always happiest with the easy solution, even if it makes no sense. He loops lines of puréed basil across the piece of flounder, a magical composition of confidence and artistry, but right now it looks all wrong. Too bright. Too hopeful. Just like Vince.“Nat,” he says. “We really do have to talk.”“About what, another wonderful investment opportunity?”“Are you ever going to forgive me?”Just then, the door opens into a swirl of laughter and gold lamé, yards of black tulle and a windstorm of Axe and perfume. For a moment, I see what they see: eclectic chairs painted purple, green, orange; red and yellow gerbera daisies in their glass bowls; flickering candles and white linens stiff with starch but looking cloud-soft. Come in, it all beckons. Arden had helped choose the colors, her hands on her hips, frowning at the selection.Vince hands me the plate to finish and, grinning, goes over to greet and escort them to their tables. They tilt their faces to him and giggle, take their seats, and pick up their menus.This is the Vince I loved. But this is the Vince who betrayed me.Theo arrives as the homecoming couples are leaving. There’s chaos by the door as kids push past in a happy clamor, and then Theo steps through. “Hey,” he says. He looks tired, but he’s taken the trouble to put on a jacket and tie and slide cuff links through the cuffs of his shirt. “You look nice.”“My Spanx’s cutting me in half,” I confess, and he laughs. I’m covered chin to knee in heavy bleached cotton, my feet are encased in dumpy clogs, and I must reek of grease and garlic and onions. But Theo’s smiling at me and I feel the heat of his affection. “Ready?” he asks. He doesn’t look around for Vince.I go back to the office to get my bag and drop my apron into the laundry bin. I tell Liz I’m leaving. “I’ll let Vince know,” she promises.The night air’s breezy with an impending storm. The weather forecasters have been warning us all week. Gonna have a wet weekend, folks. Better move those cookouts indoors. I shrug out of my chef’s jacket and fold it over my arm. “How was soccer?” I ask Theo.“Fine. Henry still likes the coach.” –This text refers to the hardcover edition. Read more

Reviews from Amazon users, collected at the time the book is getting published on UniedVRG. It can be related to shiping or paper quality instead of the book content:

⭐ This had the potential to be such a good story, but it isn’t really constructed well. Each chapter is written from a different character’s POV, which is fine, but within each chapter are multiple time frames. A character can literally jump from being 10 to being 18 to being 4 all within a single chapter. If you’re not paying attention, it can become pretty confusing.Beyond that, so much of the medical information is incorrect, particularly involving the nursing aspects. Patients in the ICU are not allowed to have constant visitors…not even family members. And the family certainly couldn’t bring in strangers without being questioned by the staff. Further, flowers are not allowed in the ICU, and it seems to me if the girls had 2nd or 3rd degree burns, they’d be in reverse isolation…meaning staff and family would have to wear gowns, gloves, and masks. Finally, comatose patients have to be turned frequently, or the skin on the back and bottom starts breaking down…but it’s mentioned several times how the girls are always flat on their backs. I know I’m being particular, but seriously, how long would it take to ask a medical professional these questions and get it right? To me, mistakes like this equal shoddy writing, period.But beyond all this, the twists aren’t twists. Everything becomes clear very quickly with this story. Not sure it really qualifies as a suspense.

⭐ JULY 2020 : 4 STARS. Published 2016. Natalie Falcone’s daughter Arden and cousin Rory head off to college. They have always been close, but they have secrets they’ve never shared. When a fire happens in the dorm, Natalie will have to uncover these secrets.Friend “PearlClutcher” liked it very much and thought it had great characters and a super intriguing story; another friend “Maryland” liked it too and also liked her other book The Deepest Secret. First book by this author for me, but definitely won’t be my last ! I was lucky enough to get this book on sale for $4.99; reg 9.99 I liked her writing and the little hints from different characters on what’s going on. I couldn’t turn the pages fast enough the last half of the book. The story’s unraveling was awesome. Great ending. In the different chapters, it does jump around in the same chapter from different time periods of that character. This took me time to get to get comfortable with. If it wasn’t for this, I would have given the book 5 stars.

⭐ This was an excellent read. Arden and Rory are first cousins, their fathers being brothers. The story contains much family drama, especially between the two brothers and their families. The crux of the stories lies in that the girls had a very close relationship throughout their lives, including holding very dark secrets that they held between themselves. As parents, we tend to believe that we know our children well, but do we really? We did things growing up that we are not proud of, so why would it be any different with our children? How well do we really know them? The story was wellwritten, each chapter tells the story from a different person (Natalie – Arden’s mother, Arden and Rory), so the reader must read each carefully to pick up the clues/secrets that each person held. The title confused me though. Is there ever a good goodbye?

⭐ For those who like Jody Picoult, they will like this book. Sometimes it was confusing of who was speaking and the underlying issues between the cousins, the friend Hunter and the girl’s’ mothers. I t was an interesting ending, but I felt the author squeaked in the reason for the title by outright telling the reader as otherwise it would have never made sense of how she came up with that title. .It didn’t’t seem very realistic especially at the end how the fire retardant was spread all over their dorm room and the manner in which the girls’ barely escaped and that they could have been mis identified. I don’t think this situation could actually happen in a hospital, but if it did, it would be extremely rare. I have read better books.

⭐ Rory and Arden are cousins, but they’re really more like sisters. Only three months apart in age, they have a strong resemblance to each other, they grew up together and are living in the same dorm room as college freshmen.But now they are both in the hospital in critical condition. The two sets of parents rush to the hospital and find their daughters unconscious, with serious leg fractures, and bandages covering second and third degree burns over most of their body. There was a fire in the girl’s dorm room, and they escaped by jumping out the window to the ground below.By chapter two I was totally hooked. The story is told from three pov ( Rory’s, Arden’s, and Arden’s mother, Natalie). The book does get confusing as it travels back and forth between the past and present, but it just made me more curious to find out what happened in that dorm room.What great writing! Reading the book was like peeling an onion. As the story progressed, I formed opinions of the characters and their relationships, only to get down to the next layer and realize things are not as they first seemed.It’s not until the end of the book that the meaning of the title, The Good Goodbye, is revealed. And I will be thinking of that for a very long time.The book isn’t perfect, but four stars are just not enough for a book this well written.

⭐ I fell in love with Carla’s writing with her first novel, “The Things that Keep us Here”, and I would still contend that was her best novel. I wait anxiously each year for her next novel, as she has yet to disappoint me. She writes novels about complex family relationships and the secrets held within the family. Her newest novel continues the thread of family and secrets and how those family secrets are played out. This is a story about two cousins who are as close as sisters and their dependence on one another. They go off to their first year of college together and try and break free from some of the family interdependence. An incident occurs, and both girls are in a horrific accident. We see the story played out from the vantage point of one of the moms and the two girls. Clues are given throughout the novel as to the plot twist, but one has to read to the end to learn the entire story. This novel was not as suspenseful as some of her previous novels, but I could not put the book down, because I needed to reach the end. Carla’s writing is beautiful. She writes well and has clearly mastered the english language as she manages to make the reader feel like a first hand witness to the story as it unfolds. I look forward to her next novel, but I am certain she will make me wait another year for her next well written story of family,

⭐ Arden and Rory are cousins, who are really more like sisters. Extrovert Rory is the leader of the pack at the private all-girls school they attend while Arden is a bit of an outsider, although Rory tries to help her fit in.Rory plans to go to Harvard after graduation. Arden has her heart set on USC. But when a “mistake” by Rory’s father, who co-owns a restaurant with Arden’s mother, makes it impossible for the girls to attend their dream schools, they got to a school in nearby Maryland, where they decide to be roommates.When a fire in their dorm room leaves them both hospitalized in critical condition, and kills the boy they were both involved with, secrets about both girls and their families come out as the police and their parents try to figure out how and why the fire started.The story is told mostly in flashbacks by Rory, Arden and Natalie – Arden’s mother. The hospital scenes – some very intense – are told in “real-time.”Each page of “The Good Good-bye” has some little clue as to how and why the fire started as well as some other little mysteries, including why Rory is deathly afraid of fire. Just about every page uncovers a secret, or part of a secret, about the girls and their parents, adding yet another piece to this suspense-filled puzzle.This book is one of the most satisfying, yet somewhat disturbing, novels I’ve read in a long time. And, if you can figure how and why the fire started and how the story ends, you are a much better detective than I am.Five stars. Two thumbs up. On my blog, I rate books using typewriters. So, five typewriters. This book is simply extraordinary.

⭐ Two cousins go off to college together. They are roommates. One cousin is beautiful and outgoing but has problems completing her tasks for school. The other cousin thinks she is plain. She is not outgoing but she is a very accomplished scholar. They both fall for the same guy. The “beautiful” cousin walks away with him. But the “plain” cousin did spend a night with him. There are things going on that complicate the cousins’ relationship. I didn’t catch the importance of several different scenes until much later in the book. There is an accident, the guy dies and the cousins are both in a coma. Very well written. Easy to follow. There is a twist at the end, it turned out just like I thought it would. I’m sure most readers would catch on to that. I like to solve puzzles so I’m not upset about that. I really enjoyed this book in spite of it being about young adults dying.

⭐ At first I found this book very difficult to follow as it skipped between Rory, Arden and Natalie and different points in the girls’ lives. Once I began to see the bigger picture of the story I found it enthralling and read it straight through. I needed to see past the mistaken identity and know what had happened the night of the fire.Great character development.

⭐ The complicated relationships between mothers and daughters are at the forefront of The Good Goodbye by Carla Buckley.The story centers on Arden and Rory – two cousins who have been critically injured in a dorm fire that has taken the life of Rory’s boyfriend Hunter. Lying unconscious in the hospital, each young woman tells her side of the events leading up to the fire in flashbacks, detailing their difficult relationship from childhood to their first year of college. Keeping a vigil at the hospital is Arden’s mother Natalie who feels overwhelming guilt at spending more time at her job, a floundering restaurant she co-owns, than connecting with her daughter. Her stress is compounded when Arden comes under suspicion for setting the fire intentionally.The story is told from their points of view in alternating chapters – and herein lies the one of the book’s flaws. All three women speak with the same voice making it somewhat confusing to keep track of who is speaking at times. Also, Rory’s mother Gabrielle, is depicted as being so evil as to be a cartoon. (No spoiler here, she’s clearly a bad mother from chapter 3.) A plot twist which occurs about two-thirds into the book is foreshadowed well in advance. The ending is resolved quickly with all loose ends tied up neatly.Overall, this was a fast read. The author keeps the pace lively and although there is a sameness to the three main characters the writing was interesting enough to keep my attention until the end. I would recommend this book to anyone looking for a lightweight suspense novel.

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